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"It's really incredible," the red-haired dwarf stood on the snowy mountain, looking at the scene from afar and then sighed, "But how do we get close and offer up the Ash Fire?"
The plan of the Dusk Cult was to offer up the Surtur's Flame, allowing the Fear Source to gain the true power to burn the world.
However, given the madness displayed by the Fear Source, they probably wouldn't have managed to speak with the Fear Source before getting speared to death.
There would be no chance to offer up the Surtur's Flame.
"Bring someone," he snapped his fingers, summoning his lurking subordinate.
However.
The only response he received was a great sword piercing through his chest.
The red-haired dwarf looked down, grasped the great sword that had gone through his chest, then turned his head to look behind him, only to see Ahtal looking back at him with a cold gaze.
